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20 minutes passed with smooth driving with a bit of trapped in traffic jam and silence invaded the car, except for the small snores from sleeping Jimin, until they ended up on a house which was, of course, Jimin's.

"Jimin, we're here." Taemin said, waking the surprised younger in instance, his pale skin dominated his face, his head was about to explode anytime. "Uh yeah, thanks Taemin hyung and Minho hyung. Sorry if I was bothering your private time-"

"It's okay, Jimin. We understand you're sick and no one could pick you up from school. Have a good night, alright? Don't think too much about it." Minho smiled widely, as he took Jimin's bag from the baggage.

"Do you need us to accompany you or-" Jimin quickly shook his head. "No, thank you. I'm going to be fine, don't worry. Thank you so much for the ride." Jimin bowed at the two who just seemed amused. "You're always welcome." They said.

Taemin and Minho waved a 'goodbye' then left swiftly with their car after making sure Jimin was going to be good that night. Jimin shoved his hands in his pocket, reaching his house keys, opened the door then slowly walked in to lock the door again from the inside and turned on the lights.

He was lacking of energy and entertainment, his body was trembling very badly, shivering from the cold yet hot feeling from his body. He gulped, then fell to the sofa behind him, just to harshly throw his school bag to the floor and hugged himself while turning on the TV.

His boredom wasn't erased away by the TV shows. He instead went to the kitchen, prepared himself a small dinner meal, by warming some galbi and rice on the stove with low heat.

Jimin could balance himself pretty well, then, so he walked up to his bedroom on the second floor, taking his towel and preparing a hot bath for him in his personal bathroom.

He kicked on his school clothes, then slowly drowned in the hot bath smelling like roses. An automatic soft music playing from his hums, the song that was stuck inside his head was let out that time. 'Eyes, Nose, Lips' by Taeyang, which suddenly reminded him of Suga, he didn't realize tears dripped down his cheeks already.

He sank in his imagination about Suga. He was well, for some reasons, felt worried about the elder. Something just felt wrong in his heart.

He didn't want Suga to go, but hold his hands, snuggling into the warm bed, then tucked the blanket together, moist lips kissing his cheeks when the lights turned off. He felt selfish for not letting him go. He felt selfish for not letting Suga look for his true love.

The water got colder which hit Jimin's sensitive skin, he opened his eyes then breathed away. He went out of the bath, drying himself with the towel he brought earlier then unplugged the drainage. He left the bathroom then changed into his black silk pajamas, black cotton socks and fluffy black slippers.

He went to the kitchen and turned off the stove taking the warm bowl (more like hot actually) of galbi and rice, then poured himself a glass of warm milk. He brought his food and ate it in front of the TV he did not actually watch, but it just made him less lonely.

He was done and brought everything back to the dish washer, pour a generous amount of water so that it would be easier to clean later. He washed his hand with the breezing cold water then left unbothered to his bedroom, just to tuck himself on the bed with blanket and pillows, letting the darkness of the room lit only by a bedside lamp and soft songs playlist from his timed phone, drifting him back into his sleep. His eyes were shut in seconds.